Title: Crimson Dance
Side Note: This is my first real lemon like..at all and slash all the more. So please be kind with a poor writer!

Warning : Things or people may seem a bit OCC in nature! With mature themes that maybe not good for miners' to read and such or situations you make like to read in any nature. If you are still reading this then go and enjoy this two part smut! This is also boy/boy slash!

Where was he? That was the hardest to being up from the fuzzy fog that had engulfed his memories for the past few days now. The coldness on his wrist told him he was hand cuffed and very tightly, much of the fair skin on the petite wrist had been made raw by the weight of them being pulled and the movement from the lithe body pulling at the iron circles.

No light was in the room at all for the teal eyes to make out any shapes or the details of his prison right now. What had happened?

A slight breeze would blow on the skin of his chest; it was warm at least from what his skin picked up and other sense. Now and then a noise would sound from the path of the breeze. So there was a door out of this place from the clues of both things. Lightly pounding the floor with his bare feet, it was smooth and also warm to the tender skin of his toes.

Blinking, it was hard to tell if his eyes were still covered by the cloth on top of the empty darkness of his brooding now.

Hitsuyagya Toushiro, Taicho of the Tenth had no idea where he was or how he gotten to this in the last few days.

He kept the fear from over whelming his mind by mentally retracing his steps from the last time he could remember.

Hitusyaga had walked back from one meeting of the taicho to review their planning for the next attack on Aizen and his numbers. Much of it was the same boarding thing with the same tone and outline as the day before in his mind.

Then nearly froze the tenth from the paper work and the mess left behind by one woman who now lay sleeping on the coach in his office. Smiling and muttering about cloths and an ocean of sake to play in. How she came up with these pointless dreams he would never understand or even try to break down the mind of Matsumoto Rangiku on such things was fair beyond the boy prodigy. After some yelling and chasing her out of office to drop off the paper work to the other Divisions once more. Hitusyaga finely had some peace to unwire from the meetings. Rubbing the back of his neck to loosen the tense muscles that had bunched from the old man talking and the little fights the other men had over such small issues.

A cup of hot tea was more then welcomed for his throat and body.

Things got fuzzy after that, after downing the tea his head felt clouded and up in the air. Blurred vision steamed the words into the other in a river of black ink and then he recalled it. Someone had picked up the captain, long and skinny arms with a fox like smile shinning in his eyes last concise moments. A smile to one but the man he hated more then Aizen.

Ichimaru Gin

Anger cleared his head more at the thought of that man drugging him and then even more touching him. Skin seemed to crawl at the thought of that and an urge to bath if he could wash away the taint of that traitor. Clenching his teen, he moved his wrist to test the route ion of his wrist. They where tight and made to seal his energy it seemed for the most part. After all he was captain and that would take such open chances for a captain such as Hitusyaga Toushiro. Standing to his full height, it did not loosen the bit the metal into the skin. Dropping echoed in the room, he had opened up the sores once more for the blood to flow. He might hit something or yelled to relieve the anger in his system but neither was the best choice.

"Oi, seem our little taicho is awake?" that high sing song voice broke his thoughts. A voice of that man called Gin. "Welcome back little taicho"

Before Hitusyaga could even udder a threat into the darkness, something sweet in the air hit his nose.

"Sleeping Smoke!" his mind recoiled, holding his breath but he was useless as it had hit his air ways and mind.

"Fighting to the end Taicho-sun, but its useless little Shiro-chan..."

Gin's voice chased the boy into his darken dreams once more to end of where's no what for his path...

Smooth, that the sensations on his skin. It was smooth that cocooned his small frame of his body. His flesh breathed in the sensation so deeply with the scent of something light...not sweet if you held it for a heart beat…a rose musk filled the air of his nose with the silk on his pale skin.

Blinking awake, mother of pearl silk wrapped his body in the silk sheets; the rose muck had been washed into the sheet to give of the pleasurable scent to those laying in it. Hitusyaga looked around the room with a bit of leaned look. The room was 14 by six yards in size with smoothed edges to give an egg shape with the white walls. Light came from lamps of an 18th like design with 6 feet apart for each one around the room. A few book shelves of a deeper rich cherry wood color held rows of books with a match desk opposite of the large king sized bed he lay in now. A perision rug of deep gold color and blue added some color the room for the most part with ink paints describing the Japanese land scope in rows between the lamps. Sounds of water moving added a natural sound from a small foutine on the east side with a few bamboo plants of living nature.

Confusion entered into his mind for where or how he caught too for the most part. The gas had put him back to sleep mostly likely for his mind forming the out come of it all. Looking down at his wrist, they had been wrapped and spotting dryly the color of the blood once it hit open air to the ugly brown color. Yet one thing he did take not off all the more from the cool air hitting his upper toned chest…

He was naked…

All the way...

Almost pepping from the shock of being so open like this for any eyes wandering in this room. Hitusyaga looked around in frank like nature. A black silk robe hung not to fair at the edge of the white sheets. Grabbing the thing, his small frame only filled 3/4 of thing. It had been made for man of a taller frame and he guessed who all the more. Yet something felt off once the silk touched his body, it caused a wave of pleasure to run his whole frame on an intense level never felt before. Shuddering as it slide over his fair skin, a low moan passed from his pink lips, eyes closed in an ache of the hunger of the sensation. Never had any kind of touch done this to his young flesh.

He felt a tightness in his lower abdomen for some reason, blinking he looked down. His rode stood to full length from the sensations caressing his body. A blush formed on the edge of his cheeks from the heat pulling from his body. What was wrong with him?

When did he loose such control over his own body and skin?

Moving a little, the silk moved and lightly slide over his body, his skin cried out for more. Pleasure hit his mind in a rush. Driving away any thing but the caressing for more sensation on the sweat covered skin.

Hitusyaga fought for the moment not to give into the crude calling of his rob flicking with each breath. Begging for release from the build of the pressure of his stomach. He had for some time not given into the callings of his body, even with Matsumoto shoving her valley into his face every day. Yet this time it screamed and clawed at this body for the vast to be done with..

Small fingers clenched and relaxed

Every breathe was becoming ragged and edged..

Persuasions pulling at the tender flesh of his body and maximizing the nerves under the skin..

Lost in this sea of pleasure…

He had to do something to end it, his small digits wrapping around the harden length. Nerves fired at coolness of his hands touching the heated skin. Morning in his cheeks, he slowly finger the edge of the heat, in a slow motion. Hitusyaga sucked in the air, letting his power over ice lightly cover his finger tips with out thinking to add more for the hungering skin.

Slowly moving down in the same pattern, one of his small hands light cupped his engorged balls. Chills ran up the whole of his spine. Shuddering at the earth quakes taking over his body all the more in one huge wave of it all. One hand pumping up and down the length of the thumbing rod, pulling up a pace each time while the other hand massaged the balls to add to the details of his body. Arching his back from the flood of feelings firing in his lower stomach, and knotting about for more then he would believe! It was like a drug to his very soul at this point. The silk moved with each thrust into his hands, adding more to flushed skin now taking a hue of pink.

Hitusyaga let it out, the knot building in his belly at last with one last thrust into the air. It reputed in a wave of pleasure firing his nerves in one moment as a white seed flew from his shaft to the white floor in a match coloring. His rod going soft in his hand once more the release of his seed into the still air of the room.

It blinded him, his body following to the bed from release lost in the glow of it after ward now. Gruffly he laid there for some time, his body now lightly humming from the organism still dancing on his skin and the rob. It blurred his mind in the simple pleasure of the flesh. What had caused this to happen to him? The lost of control over his own body like this?

"Well, seems our little taicho let things get out of hand ne?" that voice broke his fog, sitting up to smiling Gin in the door way. His long arms crossed in the folds of the white uniform and the eyes open to look at the captain. Crimson and hunger for a dark pleasure that could've been his. "Even if I did en joy the little show just now Hitusyaga-kun."

Every instinct in his body told him to attack this man, even if he was naked!

Yet he growled at Gin "What did you do to me!"

Gin only smiled a bit more hungrily at the little taicho for jumping to the point so fast. Knowing it was the famed heavenly protector who he had taken was no surprise to the former Taicho of the third at all. This was the fight he wanted in the young boy and loved to see also the lost of control like this.

"You could say it is a new type of drug that came from a side effect of one of earlier experiences Shiro-can." he purred his nick name in the air. "It makes the skin over sensitive to everything touched. I thought it might warm up that frozen aura you have."

It explained it all to the boy, the snarl gone from those pink lips once more to look at this man as if he had done the windings to his body as he just had done. With out thinking about, those same eyes over looked the flushed body with that hunger that raised a blush to the cheeks as he tied the robe closed. A playful chuckle came from Gin at the reaction of his new play thing for the next 24 hours. It was the length he could keep him here with out Aizen taking note of anything with his plans on the next battle coming in the few days.

Gin moved like a cat with its gray, all grace formed into a liquid shape of skin and bone. This was his true movement and not the one he had used in the Court. He had has prey after a good and long hunt and would feast on this small body, riding it till it ached for his touch and that voice full of the winter's chill heated under his name with each breathe. Yes he would have this little taicho all to himself.